It was on a trip.The plane didn't stop at that country's airport, it went to another. That countrydidn't appear on the map.But, if we passed through checkpoints and walls and other borders,we would arrive there.To a part of a country that had once been whole. He said,Write everything down now, don't waitWrite while it's still hot. And I wrote.A performance about a country under occupation by Joana Craveiro.Teatro do Vestido